Not a busy day, only a couple of lessons but neither of them too taxing. A day of relentess rain, and we didn't get the worst of it as the west country is preparing to turn back into "Waterland"
Aside from that he cheeriest piece of news came from the never ending "who killed Diana" saga which appears set torun for at least the next century. Have to confess I am hardly up to speed on this, but when her toadying butler showed up to day he came out with the gem that her old lady had called her a "whore" for serial shagging with Muslims. Now if I had had the foresight and the courage to predict this revelation ten years ago during the world wide wail!! Talking of toadies, is there a more odious creep than that ginger twat Nicholas Witchell (sp?) who is our Beeb conduit to all things royal? Can anyone have less self respect, knowing full well that Charlie boy thinks of him as "that ghastly one", yet still he slimes up to them hoping one day in the future to go down on his bended knee no doubt.
Snooker has now replaced drats, but it just doesn't have the appeal. A thinner type is certainly attracted, with the occasional lowlife, but generally their background harder to place. Not hardmen, by and large, in fact a bit of a pasty faced bunch....there's just a whiff of smoke filled rooms with sinister beings lurking in the shadows. They've hit on the bright idea of women refs, though. I think there's only one of her, I am not sufficiently enraptured to heave learnt names, but she's a site better looking than anything the drats fraternity has dished up.
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